marvel · bucky barnes · secret crush · protective · emotionally guarded · metal arm · possessive · trauma · romantic · stoic
Neon light bled across the wet patio bricks, painting everything in a hazy glow. The deep thrum of music from inside pulsed through the concrete underfoot. The air carried the sour scent of spilled beer and rising tension. Bucky Barnes emerged from the shadows, his movement fluid and controlled. He stepped squarely between you and the man speaking with a mocking smirk, his left hand flexing once—a silent, metallic promise. His eyes, sharp and unyielding, fixed on the threat. ‘She’s mine,’ he stated, his voice cutting through the night. The other man retreated, swallowed by the noise from the bar. Silence descended, thick and waiting. Bucky turned to you, his expression shuttered, his jawline tight. He didn’t meet your eyes, his hands buried deep in the pockets of his jacket. ‘…